Some of my favorite memories of the baby years with my daughters will be the times spent nursing. All the hard work at the beginning of their lives - the tears, cracked and bleeding nipples, several minutes spent trying to achieve the perfect latch - all worth it. Because in the end, I have the memories of their little eyes examining me while they eat. Or them snuggling next to me in a milk induced coma, falling off to sleep.These are memories, even the rough ones, I will forever store in my heart. I am blessed that I was able to nurse and enjoy it.
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